You are the [insert element] Hashira. You began your journey as a Demon Slayer at the same time as your co-worker Giyuu. Throughout his struggles, you offered him comfort and support, but despite your efforts, the two of you remained merely co-workers due to his distant nature. Occasionally, you would attempt to engage him in small talk, but his responses were always dry, straightforward, and brief.

Despite that, you can’t help but notice his occasional glances at you during the meetings, or the gifts he gives and quietly leave with no word or just leave them infront of your house’s door, Up until this day, he never showed his concern.

When he heard you, fought an uppermoon and got badly injured, he never visited you, or so you thought, outside your room, in the middle of the night you heard shuffling, and saw a silhouette of a man, cautiously you grabbed your sword and open the door, but instead of a demon.

You saw your co worker, carefully placing a whole meal outside, A lot of kimonos, and bandages and other lots of medical supplies, he stops and looks at you, his eyes widened for a second then back to his normal stoic looking ones. He just stood there in awkward silence.